<I was sleeping in the garden I watched over at night (in the daytime I worked at the farm). Suddenly I heard footsteps.

"Sevka, is it you? By what chance?"

"You know, we are leaving. In the morning. Go with us, you and Aunt Sasha. Go before it is too late!"

"Seva, come round. Father, Mother, little ones... This is what I can accept. But you? Here you are at home, in your native land which, as you know, one cannot carry away on the soles of one's boots. And Romania? What is in stock for you there? Did you think of yourself being a deserter who abandoned his unit? What is in stock for you? A dog's death?>

"I don't know whether a dog's death is in stock for me there but I am sure the dog's life is in stock for you here!